Nan Xian was confident in He Mingxiao's chess skills.
Although he was no match for himself, he could easily contend with Old Man Teng.
Especially with Old Man Teng deliberately letting him win, He Mingxiao's victory was even easier.
Nan Xian had played chess with Old Man Teng before, so she knew what he was like when he was giving it his all, and what he was like now.
He clearly wanted to end the game quickly, his eyes were not focused, and he even made several wrong moves.
Sure enough, He Mingxiao won in less than ten minutes.
“General,” He Mingxiao announced the outcome calmly, “You flatter me, senior.”
Nan Xian stepped forward at the opportune moment, smiling as she extended her hand to Old Man Teng, "We won."
Old Man Teng's gaze swept between the two men, his eyes darting around. After a moment, he chuckled and pulled a letter and a brocade pouch from his pocket.
He handed the letter to Nan Xian.
Nan Xian didn't take it. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Grandpa, can I have that brocade pouch?"
Old Man Teng shook his head, "No, that's for the victor!"
She drew out an "Oh," her expression quite meaningful.
Last time, Yu Lin and Wei Zeling didn't even win against him, yet he still gave them the secret formula.
Why is it that neither Wei Zeling nor Old Man Teng are willing to let themselves get that peony cinnabar?
Nan Xian didn't want to alert the enemy, so she pretended not to notice anything unusual about Old Man Teng and watched him hand the brocade pouch to He Mingxiao.
The two continued walking, and just as they were out of Old Man Teng's sight, He Mingxiao stopped, held the brocade pouch in his palm, and handed it to her.
His expression was as docile as a golden retriever waiting for its owner's reward.
Nan Xian couldn't help but laugh. Without being polite, she reached out and took the brocade pouch.
The familiar touch told her, without even opening it, that it was indeed the peony cinnabar.
How did you know I wanted this?
He Mingxiao smiled without saying a word and politely declined the letter containing the real clue that she offered.
"What's mine is yours, don't be so polite with me—"
Before he could say anything more cheesy, Nan Xian quickly raised her hand to interrupt him. Her ears turned slightly red, and she quickly glanced at the cameraman's position.
The cameramen hid their heads behind the cameras, their shoulders shrugging, clearly trying to suppress their laughter.
Nan Xian sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Alright, we're partners, so clues should be shared—let's see what's written in this letter first."
The two huddled together, about to open the envelope, when they suddenly heard hurried footsteps coming from afar.
Nan Xian looked up and saw Lang Zhuo, and immediately understood.
Yeah, here comes the trap.
Sure enough, as soon as Lang Zhuo stepped forward, he put on an anxious look, panting and wiping away sweat.
"Great! Come with me quickly! Sheng Zhicheng is stuck in the cave, and I can't pull him out by myself. Please help me!"
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Nan Xian: "Brother, you're overdoing it."
Lang Zhuo's expression froze. "Xiao Nan, what are you saying? I wasn't acting! Sheng Zhicheng is really stuck. If you don't believe me, I'll take you there!"
Nan Xian chuckled: "Brother, did the production team tell you to say that? It's a prank mission, isn't it?"
Lang Zhuo: ......
Seeing that he had been exposed, he waved his hand and decided to stop pretending. "Alright, alright, I can't fool you, you cunning little devil. Hey, where's Yu Lin?"
Nan Xian decisively pointed in another direction.
“Follow that road and you’ll find them.”
"Okay, I'll go and fool that kid. Oh, by the way, if you see them first, don't let it slip!"
Nan Xian gave an "OK" sign. "No problem, I guarantee you'll be able to trick me."
Lang Zhuo clasped his hands in a fist salute and disappeared in a flash at the end of the path.
He Mingxiao turned to look at Nan Xian: "How did you know Yu Lin and the others were over there?"
Nan Xian tilted her head and smiled innocently: "Oh, I was just pointing randomly."
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